Chapter 73

“Malachi came to my village a few years ago and killed my family, this IS personal for me. Please don’t take away my chance at vengeance.”

I stared back at her for a moment. I completely understood her need for revenge. I would do the same if it was me too.

“Can you take care of yourself?” I asked finally, conceding defeat, “I don’t want to babysit anybody.”

Smiling, she took out a dagger and swirled it expertly before throwing it and nailing a piece of wood on the stall next to me, narrowly missing my head.

I looked at her. “Impressive.”

“So,” she said. “Can I come?”

I took a deep breath. “I am in charge, you do what I say okay?”

Her smile widened. “Yes boss.”

“Good,” I muttered. “Now let’s go find a damn horse.”

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The ride to the famed mountains was as long and arduous as I expected. Even with the horses we “found” in the market, tied to their stalls and abandoned by their owners, it was still exhausting. Sumerian strun